I call out your name
And the stillness is ever the same
Between those doleful, drawn-out
days of disenchanting daydreams
When time totters about in drunken
confusion, imagining a minute of
the hour to be an hour of the day
When tentative thoughts are cast
aside upon the (other) heaps of
hopeless aspirations and ragged
remembrances
When earnest expectations are
(all but) forgotten within a junkyard
of unsalvaged dreams; and paltry
promises putrify between rotted
carcasses of perished pledges
When the certainty of absence gives
rise to the absence of certainty -
I call out your name
And stillness answers my pain -
Between those pensive moments of
persistent breathlessness
When the heart is a stagnancy that
the most convincing persuasions
can no longer repudiate
When the fondest reminiscences
are perpetually ransacked by savage
regrets and passions assailed by
hostile acquisitions of loathsome
lovelessness
When inclinations and optimisms
and possibilities are systematically
obliterated by empirical oppressiveness
and despondency is a deadweight
upon the head attached to a
hangman's hitch -
I call out your name
And stillness answers my shame -
Between those moments are
protracted moments of deep
deliberation and (even) deeper
despair
When muddled memories traipse
along abandoned pathways leading
to scorned shores with waves upon
waves of washed-up hopes and
washed-out wishes
When continuation is contingent
upon considerate companionship
and ambitious affections and a host
of (other) craved-for curiosities
Again. And again. And again -
I call out your name! -
And stillness answers my pain
And stillness answers my shame
And the stillness is ever the same
😔
©dead_poet
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